The Platypus Pop (Complete)

“Have you ever heard of rock music, classical, blues or jazz? But what about Platypus Pop? Well that musical genre all started when…” One day, which might have been a weekend or maybe it was a weekday, well on this particular day a family of platypuses was eating dinner. They were discussing weather the economic value of dilated wallpaper was having an effect on the governments quid info structure. They were all enjoying the conversation until grandpa Ireene (Though he claims it is pronounced Ernie, oh and he only speaks in Latin) started to argue about commercial funds decreasing. While this was taking place, Binky, the youngest platypus at the age of 13, started to leave the room and was followed by his father, “Why did you leave the room Binkster?” his father asked, “My names Binky, not Binkster. And I left so I could pack.” Binky replied indignantly, “But Binkster… I mean Binky are you going?” I’m taking all my birthday money and stetting out to create a new musical genre Binky replied with a gleam in his eyes. “Well I won’t stop you son.” Binky’s dad replied hoarsely, “I only hope that you find what your looking for.” And with that, Binky finished packing and set out.
Well poor choice platypus Binky headed to America, Austin Texas to be exact, the live music capital of the world. “Why hello there shonny.” Said a tall hot pink haired man with donuts shoved into his beard, “Um… hi.” Binky replied, “Do you know where I can produce a new kind of music I designed. I call it Platypus Pop.” Binky inquired, “Well yous in luck, dat what me do fer an honest leaving.” The bum cooed smiling crookedly. Binky was so excited he gave his money, all his Platypus Pop demo CD’s and all his sheet music to the bum/producer and left to rent a motel room, but the next day the bum was nowhere to be found, all that was left of him was a crumbled up donut wrapped in one piece of his sheet music, Binky, had been scammed. Binky, now broke, was forced to get a job at Disney as a stunt double for some platypus secret agent, luckily he was cousins with the actor who portrayed this particular agent. But even with the stunt double money, Binky was still broke, the country was in a recession and the motel had kicked him out. And Even though the President kept reassuring the Public, Binky didn’t believe it, he had hit rock bottom, hard.
Binky knew he would be unwelcome at home, even grandpa Ireene would be mad, but he had no where else to go. He decided that his dads shrimp canning workers got a better life that this, so he headed home to work for his dad. After the long plane ride home, all Binky wanted to do was lay down in his old bedroom. When he walked in the dinning room his family was sitting around the table discussing the controversial Buffalo vs. Waterloo vs. Steve Malone court decision that was made 90 years ago. But as he walked into the center of the room, silence fell, well except for grandpa Ireene muttering something like, “Et tu, Brute?” “Welcome home Binkster!” the whole family said in unison, “Dad I’m sorry I…” Binky started to say when his dad hugged him and ordered his butler, Grr, to make a feast, “Son, you were lost, but now you have been found.” Grandpa Ireene cranked up the radio and Binky recognized the lyrics, “And now a new hit single from Platypus Pop entitled, the Prodigal Platypus.” Binky smiled, then ran over to the table to eat some shrimp.